“Ladybug, Ladybug, Fly Away Home . . .”

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Traditions.  We love them as much as we love ladybugs.  It’s one of the reasons we bake Christmas cookies.  At any other time of year, they seem out of place — but in December, they fit (and taste) just right.

Right now, traditions are everywhere in my day job, where I am not the Nitty Gritty Dirt Man.  I’m a social worker in a suburban high school, and as the school year comes to a close, the traditions are all lined up.  Junior Prom.  Senior Picnic.  Senior Cut Day.  Graduation Count Down.  Senior Banquet.  Senior Prank.

That last item is a tradition that’s met with either anticipation (“I wonder how creative the kids will get this year.”) or dread (“I wonder how destructive the kids will get this year.”).  In my years at the school, each prank has been a little bit of both.  My vote for most creative was the year seniors gathered furniture from around the neighborhood and set it up on the front lawn of the school — open air rooms, so to speak.

Then there was the year students released crickets throughout the building.  My only fond memory of that prank was standing in the carpentry classroom with the lights off and the smell of freshly cut wood in the air.  Stand still, and the cricket song would begin.  It was like camping.

MourningThis year, sadly, the senior prank was more like a massacre.  In the middle of the night, three students managed to break into the school and release bags and bags of ladybugs in the indoor commons area of the building.  As teachers arrived, the custodial staff was vacuuming up the bugs in an attempt to not have any sign of the prank visible for when students entered the building.

By the time I arrived, the vacuuming was nearly finished — and when I heard what was vacuumed, I was horrified.  I wished I had arrived earlier — perhaps NGDM could have rushed in to save the day, scooping up ladybugs and releasing them outside.

As the morning ticked by, I was really bothered by the prank on so many levels.

Why ladybugs?  Not only are they symbolic of love and protection, they are perhaps one of the most harmless and most helpful of all bugs.  They’re even the stuff of a nursery rhyme that dates back to medieval England.  Here’s one version:

“Ladybug, ladybug, fly away home,

Your house is on fire and your children all gone,

All except one and that’s little Ann

For she crept under the frying pan.”

If only the three students had remembered anything they learned in Kindergarten — or at least in science class.  If they had, perhaps they would have known that ladybugs are a gardener’s best friend and an aphid’s worst enemy — a truly organic means of eliminating pests from plants.

I’m always amazed at group mentality.  I like to think that maybe one of the three thought this prank was a bad idea, but were unable to speak up and voice concern or even to walk away because of peer pressure, stress that is more a part of our inner rationalizing than outer influences.  It reminds me of those times when adults find themselves in the same situation — kind of like when a group of leaders sit down and come up with legislation — and when I say legislation, I mean the Monsanto Protection Act.

soylent-green-movie-poster1I’m the first to admit that I’m not too familiar with the intricacies of the law — but I am familiar with the idea that genetically modified items have been a part of our food chain for some time.  I’m also familiar with Soylent Green, the classic sci-fi film starring a very sweaty, grimy Charlton Heston.

Nevertheless, the legislation has set off my bells and whistles for a number of reasons: a) the lack of any concrete testing on the implications of consuming genetically altered food and its long-term impact on human health, animals, and the environment; b) the reluctance to label products that contain GMOs so consumers can make their own educated decisions about their food; and c) the protection of those companies that produce GMOs from any legal actions, particularly if it should be learned that there are long-term harmful effects.  In essence, once Heston uttered the famous line that Soylent Green is people, we would have no recourse.  The end.  Roll credits.

As the politicians hammered out this legislation, no doubt with the help of well-placed and well-financed lobbyists, I have to wonder if anyone sitting around the table thought of Soylent Green, Charlton Heston’s line, or the concerns outlined above.  And if they did think of these things, did they voice their concern that this was a bad idea — or was he or she bullied into silence by the group or by the inner voice of peer pressure?

The school day progressed and as administration worked tirelessly to identify the three masked students, I took some comfort in noticing small red dots climbing to the top of the school’s walls — ladybug survivors trying to fly away home.  I also felt relief in hearing the comments of other students who questioned the sanity of those who pulled off the prank.  The overall consensus was that it was not only senseless, but also a loss to gardens in the neighborhood surrounding the school — but I wondered if they would have had the courage to speak up if they had known of the prank in advance.

And as students prepared themselves for the next of the school traditions — and some underclassmen began plotting their ideas for their chance at a senior prank — I turned to my lunch.  Eating is one of my most favorite traditions, but was it now altered?  Did I truly know what I was eating?  Did I know what my food choices were doing to me?

If only the Monsanto mess could be vacuumed up as easily and as swiftly as a ladybug prank in a school.

21 thoughts on ““Ladybug, Ladybug, Fly Away Home . . .”

  1. A little compassion would have prevented this on the youths part yes, but to the people that vaccumed them up I think were thoughtless as well. They could have scooped up the majority and just live with what they could’nt catch. They certainly could’nt hurt anyone…

    • Hi Terressa. I thought the same thing at first, until I saw the look in their eyes. The custodians certainly weren’t happy about their task. I think the issue was a time issue to clean everything before 2,000 students arrived — that could have created more chaos. My only hope is that the pranksters are caught, and that future students choose a much more creative way of pranking the school.

    • Hi Donna. Thanks for the support. I have so many questions about GMOs. I know plants have been altered for drought purposes, but what else is being done? And what happens when we consume and digest the food? Is there a connection with obesity, ADD/ADHD? Lots of questions, not enough research. Very, very sad.

  2. A thought provoking post, Kevin. Apart from the one generation seed Monsanto produce which is a real concern and GMO plants – how and where did the kids collect so many poor ladybugs? A strange and thoughtless prank – I’ll never criticise my students for wrapping the desks in lavatory paper again!

    • That is the million dollar question. Since we do not know the identity of the students, we can assume the ladybugs were purchased through a catalog, online, or in a local nursery. The investigation continues.

  3. Wow, Kevin! This is just an excellent essay. Like you, and I hope a lot of our fellow bloggers, Ive been following the GMO debate for decades now, and can’t believe that we are still being exposed to what I consider basically a science experiment. A California initiative to label GMO foods went down in defeat last year. It was doing well in the polling, and basically at the last minute Monsanto swept in with the most duplicitous scare tactics I’ve ever seen. It was incredible. I have grave concerns, but I’ll add them to my ever-growing list…it’s getting quite long. As for your young pranksters. I doubt they thought it through at all…I wonder if they thought the LadyBugs would eventually fly away home…they probably didn’t think they’d lose their lives in the clean up. I hope that’s what they thought. I can imagine how hard it was for everyone who knew better! You have a challenging job, but I would imagine rewarding job!

    • Hi Debra. It’s crunch time right now — final exams and tying up loose ends. I agree that this GMO stuff seems like a science experiment and we are the rats. Now, I understand perfectly why food used to taste so much better.

  4. Excellent post! But awful! I hope the kids who did it feel really bad now. I must assume ignorance as to ladybugs usefulness played a part here, but really, how did they think their prank would be cleaned up? I agree with you on the scary GMO issue. Although, sadly, nitrites and nitrates are known carcinogens, but the FDA allows them in all processed meats. You know, people wouldn’t buy grey wieners – must have them pink! You know who’s pulling those strings…

  5. Just a thought … couldn’t the custodians have opened the bags or canisters and released the lady bugs? I’ve always read cautions about doing the same thing when dealing with fleas. Perhaps some of the lady bugs might have perked up.

  6. GMO foods is one of the places where our culture’s penchant for individualistic thinking gets us into big trouble. Whenever there is bad news about GMOs (like the recent discovery of genetically modified wheat, which has never been approved for use, growing in a place where no one ever planted it), the response is, “There is no research showing that these crops are in any way harmful to human health.” And I hear myself screaming at the radio or television newscaster, “What about the health of the ecosystem!!!!”

    • Jean, I agree completely. If little attention is being paid to human health, even less is being given toward the environment. I wonder if the people who are telling us that GMO food is fine for consumption are actually eating these products or are feeding them to their children. Solent Green, indeed!

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